As Lorielle broke free with a nasty movement against the man's groin area. Clavier turned around to face them now rather then his back. An expression of disgust visible upon his face both due their own motivations of hurting Lorielle and the truth he had just shared with people he didn't know. His right hand clutching into a fist for a moment before he barked out to them.
"You know what we Garleans are very good at? Killing."
The tone of his voice sounding rather confident due to his predicament of barely wearing any clothing during a heavy storm and being unarmed against before two armed bandits. A greataxe and a sword. Big and small. He knew there was a way to turn this entire. Not without having the girl in the way. She would need to keep him alive by the end of the upcoming fight.
"Go to Kieara, keep her safe."
This time he shouted more then he was talking, the flames of the burning tree casting the shadows far and wide. A spectacle on it's own within the storm. His eyes locked shortly with Tobias as the black blade was casted into the air towards him. The chocobo running in their direction was but a minor issue in the current scenario as he stood in his spot till the blade was just near him. Unlike skilled gladiators and mighty warriors from stories, the hilt didn't land perfectly in the palm of his hand but the blade rather. He could feel the flesh in his hand opening as the blade slipped through it till eventually the hilt rested in the palm of his hand.
By the time the hilt was within the palm of his hand he had already taken several steps into a run directly for the bandit holding the large greataxe. The black steel becoming almost completely invisible as the darkness started to consume the people in the night, but he knew where he was going to hit if that man didn't defend himself. The blade was making an upward movement for the man's chest. My body can't take much more of this. The cold, toxin and endless pain. This needs to work. Clavier only hoped that the reaction time of the highlander with a greataxe and all the confusion from the chocobo's and storm had given him enough time to strike.
"You know what we Garleans are very good at? Killing."
The tone of his voice sounding rather confident due to his predicament of barely wearing any clothing during a heavy storm and being unarmed against before two armed bandits. A greataxe and a sword. Big and small. He knew there was a way to turn this entire. Not without having the girl in the way. She would need to keep him alive by the end of the upcoming fight.
"Go to Kieara, keep her safe."
This time he shouted more then he was talking, the flames of the burning tree casting the shadows far and wide. A spectacle on it's own within the storm. His eyes locked shortly with Tobias as the black blade was casted into the air towards him. The chocobo running in their direction was but a minor issue in the current scenario as he stood in his spot till the blade was just near him. Unlike skilled gladiators and mighty warriors from stories, the hilt didn't land perfectly in the palm of his hand but the blade rather. He could feel the flesh in his hand opening as the blade slipped through it till eventually the hilt rested in the palm of his hand.
By the time the hilt was within the palm of his hand he had already taken several steps into a run directly for the bandit holding the large greataxe. The black steel becoming almost completely invisible as the darkness started to consume the people in the night, but he knew where he was going to hit if that man didn't defend himself. The blade was making an upward movement for the man's chest. My body can't take much more of this. The cold, toxin and endless pain. This needs to work. Clavier only hoped that the reaction time of the highlander with a greataxe and all the confusion from the chocobo's and storm had given him enough time to strike.